By Ollie Nichols
I hear the door squeak and the sound of footsteps, but these ones are unfamiliar, usually, they are thunk-thunk-thunk, but these ones are click-clack-click-clack. I’m wondering who it is, when I see a lady in a black dress, with a smile that's a little too happy to be real, and a clipboard. Standing next to her is 80-year-old Jack, he is talking to smile lady. They stand there for a few more minutes and then leave. For the next hour, I hear the thunk-thunk and the click-clack of their shoes all throughout the house. I hear smile lady leave around 5:30. It's not until 6:30 when Jack comes in and goes to the table next to me to pick out a record. I can see how worn-out Jack is right now. He also seems worried, I wonder why. Then Jack pulls the record out of its case, another 50’s record, how did I know? He places the record on me and pulls up the pin with a squeak I've heard hundreds of times. The pin scratches at first, but then starts playing this catchy tune from another time.
The next day the lady comes, but this time it seems a little different, and he shakes her hand. Then over the course of the next week, I start to see things missing. First little things, like table pieces, but then other larger things like tables and furniture. Finally, one of the people I've seen coming in and taking things comes over to me and picks me up. He takes me outside, a place I haven't been in a long time and walks towards Jack's sedan. I'm driven by Jack to this big, bland brick building. We go to the fourth floor, and I see a lot of the furniture from back home. He places me on the same table I was on before. Then he pulls out the same 50’s record as before and sits down and listens to this sweet, lively song. He seems happier now.
I hear the door squeak and the sound of footsteps, but these ones are unfamiliar, usually, they are thunk-thunk-thunk, but these ones are click-clack-click-clack. I’m wondering who it is, when I see a lady in a black dress, with a smile that's a little too happy to be real, and a clipboard. Standing next to her is 80-year-old Jack, he is talking to smile lady. They stand there for a few more minutes and then leave. For the next hour, I hear the thunk-thunk and the click-clack of their shoes all throughout the house. I hear smile lady leave around 5:30. It's not until 6:30 when Jack comes in and goes to the table next to me to pick out a record. I can see how worn-out Jack is right now. He also seems worried, I wonder why. Then Jack pulls the record out of its case, another 50’s record, how did I know? He places the record on me and pulls up the pin with a squeak I've heard hundreds of times. The pin scratches at first, but then starts playing this catchy tune from another time.
The next day the lady comes, but this time it seems a little different, and he shakes her hand. Then over the course of the next week, I start to see things missing. First little things, like table pieces, but then other larger things like tables and furniture. Finally, one of the people I've seen coming in and taking things comes over to me and picks me up. He takes me outside, a place I haven't been in a long time and walks towards Jack's sedan. I'm driven by Jack to this big, bland brick building. We go to the fourth floor, and I see a lot of the furniture from back home. He places me on the same table I was on before. Then he pulls out the same 50’s record as before and sits down and listens to this sweet, lively song. He seems happier now.
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